"Hey, can you hear me?"
Oliver asked as the old man jumped away to assist his teammates.
"Yes, I can, Crab Hunter, the best and most handsome supreme hero of the sea," Root replied.
"He he he." Oliver chuckled. In the darkness, his lips curled into a wide smile. "Anyway, find a pack of potato chips from the kitchen and drop it in my direction. This is going to be fun." His eyes lingered over the four figures circling the flood dragon.
Although it was night, the dragon's body and the people were shimmering with intense mana. They were not trying to hide their intentions to fight.
They both wanted to rip each other to shreds.
"Why do you need chips?"
"It's going to be entertaining."
The flood dragon was curling its huge body in the air while the A-rankers flew up around them.
It was preparing for a big attack.
"You never saw a flood dragon before, right?" Oliver inquired, not taking his eyes off the beast or the people.
